What smells like teen spirit, looks like science fiction and feels like I probably can't afford it? New York Fashion Week 2016.
After long days spent photographing street style, I'd decisively label this season's trend forecast "high fashion meets futuristic cyber punk."
Though I couldn't figure out whose fur was faux or who was actually suffering from frostbite, it was evident the 16 degree weather wasn't stopping fringe, metallics or neon colors from making their debut. For that, I commend every girl I watched shiver in the name of a good photo op before high tailing it into an Uber car.
In the chaos between back-to-back runway shows, fashion bloggers, socialites and supermodels decorated the streets, turning them into the real runway.
Fashion Week is its own planet located in a galaxy far, far away from my own personal reality. Even so, I can't help but see the art in it all.